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Museum of the Book


Shota Rustaveli Statue, Museum of the Book, Tbilisi, Georgia

It’s been a strange few weeks.


When Corie, her mother Helen and I got back from Batumi, I caught some sort of bug that knocked me out for the better part of two weeks. An at-home test and a doctor confirmed it wasn’t COVID, but that didn’t matter. I was miserable and immobile.


Anyone who shares a living space with another human being knows when someone has a bug, it’s only a matter of time before it makes its rounds. Corie caught the same thing after I started feeling better.


I’m happy to report both of us are now feeling better and life is returning to normal – at least as normal as it can be for the two of us in an apartment with three cats.


Right after I had started feeling better, I had several books go live in my cozy mystery series, and I have been spending my days writing like a fiend, finishing the final book in the Feisty Goat series and starting a new series.


That meant I haven’t had as much time as I would have liked wandering around with the camera.


That’s a recipe for antsy.


So I took Tuesday off just to wander. I didn’t have a particular plan. I would just follow whatever streets and alleyways that looked interesting.


It was great.


Along the way, I stopped into a church and watched two 70-year-olds get married (yes, I did cry when I saw the man’s beaming face at the end of the ceremony), visited with the orthodox priest who feeds the pigeons in front of his church, and poked my head into the Trinity Church, which I hadn’t been in before then (you can read about that on my Facebook page).


When I left the Trinity Church, I followed several streets until I turned the corner to see one of the most beautiful buildings I’ve seen here in Tbilisi.


I had no idea what it was, but I immediately fell in love with it.


A small sign near one of the stone stairs said it was built between 1913 and 1916, designed by the Russian architect Anatoli Kalgin and painted by the Polish artist Henryk Hryniewski.


The sign facing the street was in Georgian: წიგნის მუზეუმი. I sounded out the letters. Book Museum!


Tbilisi has a book museum!


Did I go into the book museum?


No.


I’m not that foolish or daring.


As a clever husband, I'm saving it up as the perfect date excursion for Corie and me to do together. As beautiful as the building is outside, I can't imagine what it will be like inside...


Carved Door, Museum of the Book, Tbilisi, Georgia


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